I guess I'll go with 5th grade. 1981-82 school year. I hated 5th grade. I was mean. I disliked my teacher immensely and it was the first year I had to wear...*gasps*...GLASSES!!! I remember walking into Laburnum Elementary (shout out to the Lions...speaking of which, why did we have a mascot?) with these God-forsaken Wonder Woman frames looking like I had just been picked for nerd duty. And yeah...the kids sniggled and pointed like kids do (the savages).
But they must have had some kind of superpowers because, even though I had been on the A/B Honor Roll every year since 2nd grade, I made straight A's the entire school year. Laugh at that, mitches!! Heh.
